Every morning I look forward to checking my emails (of course instead of the hundreds of emails that I got when I was working, I now am lucky to get two or three messages from family or friends boo hoo) and then checking my favorite blogs. This kick starts my day. It also reminds me painfully that my life has changed post retirement.
I don't know if I am alone in this: the blog world is making me feel inadequate. Don't bloggers seem ineffably witty, funny, happy, consequential? They have hoards of followers. They are impressively plugged into the world of technology and social media. As for me, I didn't even know how to set up a gmail account or how to take an IPad photo until my daughter took me in hand. This reminds me of the pain of high school. This reminds me of Renee. She was blond, thin, cool. She had an army of followers and seemed to be everything that I was not. Blogging is actually a lot harder than I thought it would be. First there is the search for things to say. Then, the self editing. Then, the struggle to say it in some interesting way. It's like high school all over again.
Knitting remains my solace. I had the strange fear - would there be a day when knitting would no longer matter to me? What would I do without the compulsion?
Right now, in a frenzy, I am in the midst of four projects. The one that I desperately want to finish is Lena by Carrie Bostick Hoge because I am making it with Twig by Shibui Knits. Painful knitting because of the texture of linen/recycled silk/wool but the yarn label says: "Only the shoots of new leaves, budding flowers, and rays of light." How perfect is that?
-Chee Mee
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